"Is this where the bounty hunters found you?" Yes, they set a trap for us." Do you think they would come back here if Varna was taken by the same ones...?"Minara walked through the door carrying Arron Jr. "They wouldn't come back here, Mark, they would take her straight to one of the central worlds where they would hand her, and the other two's remains, over to the authorities for payment."She walked into the control room and handed the small child to him. Arron Jr looked up at Mark and smiled.. Some say it was never intended to offend the British, but the commercial’s narration said, “To compete on British soil, we train on Argentinian soil.” In my books, that shows their intent to piss off the British. Y&R is the type of immoral, heartless bastards I want for my next PR task.It only takes a few minutes, and Karin is paging me, “I have Heather from Y&R on line two for you.”I pick up the phone, saying, “Hi Heather, I’m Trent.”“Evening Trent, What can I do for you?”“Did my secretary. "How about it? You want to see what I have under here?" I stroked myself obscenely and stood up, walking out of the club.The night air was cold, a slap in the face compared to the sultry atmosphere inside. I stood by my car and lit a smoke, waiting to see if the quiet guy was coming out. I was halfway through my cig when the door opened and he slid out. He loitered near the front of the club, working up the courage to walk over to me. Let him sweat it, I thought. In a couple of hours I knew. "We don't get on," he summarised and Joseph smiled before erupting into a loud cheer.His team had gone one nil up.Lewis lit his spliff and sat on the park bench, stretching out and looking up at the Sun. It was a warm day for November and he took advantage of the clement weather to be able to smoke in the nearly empty park. Lewis liked his weed, his mate got it for him cheaply and it just helped him relax and unwind.Of course, he knew his parents would flip if they knew, and even some of his.